Thursday, March 6, 2008

Brett Farve Shut Up and Go Away

I love Brett Farve.

I remember when he came in the league to the trade to Green bay and he
proved he was an elite quarterback........but I have had enough of his
pansy pity pot nancy whining and crying about retiring.

Certainly, I had compassion on Mr. Farve when his dad died a few years
ago and his trauma of really dealing with the first let down in his
life........but he does not know God and while a moral man, that is his
responsibility and not act like the world turns on the Farve dime when
it has for his entire life.

Brett has had things in life too easy. His wife has breast cancer and
the struggle is too much for him........and she has to be the strong one
and tells him to go play football instead of sitting at home.

This is the problem in this drama of Brett Farve whining now about
retiring from football. He threw a tantrum last year when he had a
crapper team and was not going to play. He played and things went wonderful.

Now this year he just don't want to play again unless he wins a Super
Bowl as it would be too hard in loosing. Hey Brett, life is hard for 99%
of the world, we never win and loose every day of our lives.
We don't have million dollar contracts. We don't have health. We have
decisions like filling up our gas tank or walking. We have decisions of
doing things for people because we owe it to them.........not out of
money, but out of respect.

See Brett Farve, superior human body being and gifted of
talent........you don't do things in life all the time because you want
to. Sometimes in life you put on a uniform to give back to the people of
Green Bay who bought you all of those things you have, because you owe
them.........as they sat in stands supporting you when you sucked and
they shelled out money for tickets instead of things you piss money away
on without a thought.

I love you Mr. Farve, your wife is a blueprint for American women as is
your family..........but for Wisdom sake stop acting like a fricking
girl and be a man for the first time in your life.

Either play football like one or shut up and go away as your pity party
is girly and it ruins the memory of you.